I had heard legends and tales
Whispered in dark taverns
Of a far off place
Few living men had seen


Of those that had seen
That strange and dreadful realm
Only one had returned
And not with his mind


Far across the sea
Beyond the narrowly passable
Rock spires of Nyalta
Lies that ancient hollow place


I had only heard its name
Spoken softly a few times
And it was never uttered
Without a hint of fear


Tahhor-Noth
That primordial temple city
Built by antediluvian hands
At the very edge of the world


A far off sense of dread
Covered me just thinking
About the long abandoned city
And what it might conceal


But in the end I had no choice
As this was the destination
Of my small company
And our single ship


Which we would set sail with at dawn
To cross the foaming sea